Truckadelic

Like North Carolina’s Southern Culture on the Skids and fellow Georgians’ Drive-By Truckers, Atlanta’s Truckadelic celebrates all thangs redneck. Big rigs, likker, Jesus, bad teeth, and muscle cars all collide in the beer-soaked band’s double-wide Xanadu. The cover of its last album, Y’all Watch This, encapsulates the band’s philosophy in what Georgians would call a pee-con shell. A toothless, Jack Daniel’s-toting good ol’ boy, stripped to his yellowing briefs, is about to ski across a pasture pulled by a vintage pickup. Flip the CD over for the devastating aftermath. The group stresses live performance over studio chops, and if the papers in its hometown don’t lie, Houstonians can expect to see Truckadelic’s road out of town paved with the bones of its dead.